Su Li nodded honestly, "Yes, I've already chosen the date."
If it weren't for Uncle Mo Yu's request, there probably wouldn't be an engagement this soon.
As soon as Su Li finished speaking, she was shocked to see the man beside her, who resembled a youth, with the corners of his eyes involuntarily showing a hint of red. Su Li felt an indescribable guilt growing in her heart.
Feng Ciye gently rubbed his forehead with his slender fingers, his voice, always as gentle as water, now cold, "You ultimately still abandoned me."
Su Li shuddered, as if vaguely recalling that she had once said something like this.
"Little brother, I'll definitely not abandon you, so we must hold on until the police uncle comes to save us!"
Thirteen years ago, she had said this to him.
Su Li inexplicably panicked for a moment, stammering, "Fo... Fourth Young Master, could it be a misunderstanding? What you feel might just be gratitude, not anything else."
